“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The severe pain made Fatty Wang scream violently. He felt that his toes were suddenly nailed with a nail, the same kind of thing that someone swung a hammer and smashed it hard after pointing the nail at his toes.

Not to mention that cold sweat suddenly came out, even his nerves suddenly broke, and his entire fat face was distorted to the extreme.

The fat man wanted to retreat, but his foot was still trampled tightly. His body just shook for a moment and could not make any moves. He subconsciously lowered his head and looked at the stepped foot, and then found that this was a fatal mistake.

Because, oncoming is a knee that quickly enlarged in his eyes until it finally occupied his entire field of vision!

Bang!

The huge impact force made Fatty Wang almost fly up on his back, and his nose bleeding spurts in the air. He feels that the power in his body disappears at this moment, and his whole body collapses down.

A "buzzing" sound in his head seemed to explode, and it seemed as if countless gongs and drums were ringing together at the same time, making a loud bang... For a moment, his condition was almost faint, and this blow was too violent and caused his consciousness to disappear for several seconds.

This is because Yan Wenyao did not take the initiative to kill him immediately, and his physical fitness was not very supportive... Otherwise, he would not need to use such a cheap trick.

Such measures are taken for insurance. Anyway, as a soldier who has seen everything, he is not a person who pursues the spirit of chivalry, and it is even more impossible to say that he would do the principle of fairness, justice and openness towards his enemies who want to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

A move that can directly kill the enemy or make the enemy lose its power of action at the fastest speed and the safest way is a good move.

He has seen many cases, and he naturally does not want himself to be one of the typical examples of the guy who feels confident and finally being killed by the Jedi and capsized in the gutter.

"Fatty Wang, Manager Wang, do you still want to send me a ride now?"

The man looked at the placid fat on the ground coldly. Only the undulating chest could prove that Fatty Wang was not dead.

It took several minutes for the latter to recover, and then, after being agitated, he immediately started to curse in anger:

"Grass-Mushma! Yan Wenyao, do you know what your TM is doing? I must make your whole family unhappy...Puff!"

Another foot was wrapped with a huge force and hit his chin. While interrupting his words, it also made his whole body rotate 180 degrees before it hit the ground heavily.

He spewed out a mouthful of blood again and was forced to perform a fat man Wang who turned over on the spot. This time he lost the strength to wail.

He felt that his internal organs were about to move, and it became extremely difficult to breathe, as if his mouth and nose were no longer his own... Fortunately, at least he did not bite off his tongue.

At this time, fear and pain completely overwhelmed the anger and momentum that had just emerged, and occupied his entire brain.

What's going on?

Is this person really the waste he knows?

This kind of decisive and cruelty, and unconfused attack... is not the same person at all, right? Otherwise, when he broke through his good deeds, he would not have asked the security guard to beat him out.

And I also heard that he had a car accident yesterday and should be lying in the hospital now... So there is no reason for this!

This question was not answered. Fatty Wang, who had recovered a little, was frightened to find out. Yan Wenyao dragged one of his feet expressionlessly and dragged himself towards the room.

Do it! What does he want to do!

The fat man was creepy. Even the stupid x knew that the other party would definitely not be preparing to sing a lullaby to coax himself to sleep... he must have to deal with himself!

At the critical moment of life and death, he realized his potential in time, struggled wildly, kicking and yelling. As for what he was yelling, even he himself had no meaning.

A person's potential is always terrible in a critical moment. Even if a big fish bounces desperately on the ground, people may not be able to hold it down, let alone a living person weighing nearly 200 kilograms?

Yan Wenyao couldn't catch him several times, but was kicked several times by the other party. He frowned and couldn't help but sigh that he was really outrageously weak now.

When he found that this way of children rolling in the ground and kicking randomly was effective, Fatty Wang was immediately excited, and saw the hope of getting out, and lay harder on the ground and kicking randomly.

Then, he saw the man who seemed to have become strangers all of a sudden and stopped and looked at him coldly.

The eyes were so cold and terrifying that his hair stood up like falling from an ice cave, and he was lost for a moment.

The next moment, the opponent's lightning kick came again from a visible but unavoidable angle, and it was mercilessly imprinted on his cheek on the other side!

Bang!

This time, not only did he spray blood, but he also spit out a few teeth... He was hit like this continuously, and he had never received targeted training. Fatty Wang, who was as low as ordinary people, felt that he was really going to die.

His face was full of embarrassment, his face was swollen more than before, and red liquid was still flowing from the corners of his nostrils and mouth.

Maybe because of the thicker fat layer, his head did not get a concussion... but if he did it a few more times, he would be stable.

In a daze and in a daze, Fatty Wang felt that he was dragged up again, and the scenes around him became bizarre and distorted, as if they were whirlpools, sometimes big, sometimes small, sometimes far and sometimes near.

He wanted to struggle, but his mind kept buzzing and could not control his body.

I don’t know how long it took, but his will slowly gathered together again, and the severely vague and distorted scenes in front of him began to overlap and gradually became clear.

In the darkness, he saw a hideous and twisted face at a glance, and was so scared that he was scattered.

"Ghost ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The fat man opened his mouth and roared heart-wrenchingly, and found that the grimace also opened his mouth and roared, and his heart was even more chilling.

The man who was half-squatting on the floor and using blood as paint to draw something was completely unmoved, as if he could hear nothing. Fatty Wang let the screams so hard that he almost suffocated, and then he realized that it was the floor-to-ceiling mirror that he already had in his room.

That was specially purchased by him to increase the interest of certain things... But after this shock, he probably would never want to increase the interest through this floor-to-ceiling mirror, which would only have a counterproductive effect.

"Yan Wenyao... Master Yan, Master Yan, I was wrong, I was wrong... Please let me go..."

The fat man, who was frightened, started to wail decisively. He found that he was tied to a caterpillar and was thrown on the bedroom floor, and the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the corner of the wall was not far away.

Moreover, the madman was still drawing some patterns on the floor around him. He couldn't see clearly from the angle now, but he always felt that the stranger this situation would be, making people's scalp numb!

Cult! Yan Wenyao must be a hidden cult!

What does he want to do? He is not planning to carry out those messy and bloody rituals, right? It is like offering sacrifices, self-immolations, etc. I heard that since the celestial events, there have always been such madmen. Why did he get into such a problem?

Fatty Wang was both chaotic and began to plead desperately, hoping to escape this disaster... A real man can bend and stretch, and he will overcome the difficulties before talking about it. It will not be too late to talk about it after revenge.

"Master Yan, listen to me, I really know my mistake! Let's do this, I will compensate you. How much do you want, one million, two million? More is not something that cannot be negotiated..."

"I promise, I will never cause trouble for you again in the future. Please spare me this time..."

"Grass! Don't be shameless. If anything happens to me, our family will never let you go!"

From begging to verbal threats, Yan Wenyao turned a deaf ear from beginning to end, just concentrating on carving the mysterious patterns, carefully but skillfully moving.

Fatty Wang felt even more and more creepy, his heart was so heavy that he couldn't jump up, and he kept falling. Moreover, his saliva was dry, and he was unable to win even a trace of vitality for himself.

At this time, Yan Wenyao finally stood up and clapped his hands, as if he had finished his work.

He was very dissatisfied with this speed, but his body had no muscle memory and had not been trained in coordination, so he could not force more.

Although it took more time than expected, it was generally within the safe range and there was no big problem. He finally checked it, then walked over and grabbed the caterpillar on the ground.

“…What do you want to do?”

Fatty Wang gasped violently, and his voice was deformed due to fear. He wanted to struggle to resist, but his whole body was tied up. The previous twisting force and shouting exhausted his strength.

Is it finally coming? The unknown is the most fearful, and waiting is the most distressing, but now he wants to keep suffering, fearing and not face the real fate.

"Send you to another world..." the man sneered, "A person like you must not believe in retribution, and there are gods who raise their heads three feet long, right? I promise, you will definitely see the most terrifying nightmare next."

"Crazy, you must be crazy..." The caterpillar tried hard to survive.

However, there was no way. He was caught again and dragged forward on the floor. The madman dragged him towards the mirror.

Although he had little hope, he still tried his best to resist, but soon, Fatty Wang's face completely changed.

The man dragged himself forward for at least ten meters, but not only did he not hit the wall, but he didn't even hit the mirror?

He looked up frantically and wanted to look ahead, but he found that the front had turned into darkness, and a long and dim corridor could be seen leading to the end of the darkness ahead.

When did you come here? Isn’t this your room?

He wanted to scream in fear, but his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible big hand and could not make any sound.

"Do you know? At this time, many spaces in the dream world are desolate and without the attention of gods, and are the abyss of sin that gathers the darkness of people's hearts..."

The voice of the madman who was dragging him came faintly from the front.
Chapter completed!